Story 6

Kenpachi and Ikkaku

When Ikkaku told Yumichika he might never be able to love him, he had a very good reason for that. Ikkaku didn't think about love very much, so he'd never considered exactly what his feelings toward Zaraki Taichou might be, but he knew they were the biggest feelings he'd ever had for a person. With such big feelings inside him, there really wasn't any room for romance.

One evening, when Kusajishi Fukutaichou was busy, Zaraki Taichou needed Ikkaku to come and help with his hair. Undoing, washing, and setting his hair every day took a huge amount of time, and it was why he was almost always late or absent from various captain's duties. If he did it alone, it would take up at least half the day. Usually Kusajishi helped him, but she had a meeting with the shinigami women's association, and so she had Ikkaku go in her place, as happened occasionally.

Ikkaku greeted his captain cheerfully, as Zaraki Taichou sat on the floor of his quarters, wearing a black lounge kimono. He nodded to Ikkaku.

"Yo. You're not too busy tonight?" he asked with his usual imposing voice.

"Not at all, Taichou. You just need me to help you undo it and wash it, right?"

"Yeah," he muttered, with annoyance. "Yachiru ditched me."

Ikkaku chuckled. "No problem." Unless they were in battle, Ikkaku's personality always drastically changed around his captain. He became much more kind and obedient, something Yumichika often teased him about.

Ikkaku knelt behind Zaraki and started removing the bells and placing them in a dish where the captain kept them at night. Since he'd done it before, he worked pretty efficiently, and was easily able to get to the places that were hard for his captain to reach. Zaraki usually chatted a bit during these times, but today he was oddly silent.

"Something wrong, Taichou?" Ikkaku asked him at length.

Zaraki sighed, staring off into space. "No. Don't worry about it."

Ikkaku frowned, but continued his work. It took about an hour to remove the bells and brush out the spikes. Then Ikkaku brought over a deep bowl of hot water and soap. Often when they got to this point, Zaraki would tell him to go, since he could do this part himself. But today he didn't. He leaned back to soak his hair, while Ikkaku started washing it.

"Are you sure you like your hair to be all…stiff like this? Maybe you should use shampoo instead of soap…" Ikkaku muttered idly to himself.

Zaraki had had his eyes closed but he opened one to glare at Ikkaku. "I'm getting hair advice from you?" he growled, indicating Ikkaku's cue-ball head.

"W-…well I can still have an opinion, Taichou!" he said defensively.

Zaraki rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Aren't you done yet?"

Ikkaku sighed. "Be patient, Taichou, I just need to rinse it."

Zaraki closed his eyes again as Ikkaku's hands ran through his hair. Ikkaku had a strange sensation that his captains body temperature started to rise. But he ignored it and kept massaging Zaraki's scalp to free it from all the soap. At length, he heard his captain growl.

Suddenly, Zaraki's hand clamped down on Ikkaku's wrist. Ikkaku stared at it.

While keeping hold of Ikkaku's wrist, Zaraki rose and turned to face him, dripping water everywhere from his soaking wet hair. It dripped and hung all around his face, looking almost like it had when they first met. Ikkaku felt himself blush inadvertently. Zaraki Taichou looked much more handsome this way, he thought idly, completely unaware of the danger he was in. And of the fact that he was one of the few people in the universe who thought of Zaraki Taichou as being handsome.

Zaraki glared at him with what Ikkaku assumed was anger. Then he said, "You've caught me on a bad day. But it's your fault for touching me that way."

Ikkaku blinked. "What way? Taichou, what are you talking about?"

Zaraki's expression intensified. Was Ikkaku imagining it? Was he blushing? "You wouldn't get it even if I explained it. Just shut up for a while."

After he said this, Zaraki grabbed the back of Ikkaku's head and slammed their lips together in a brutal kiss.

Ikkaku just about had a heart attack, since he'd been expecting Zaraki to attack him, his body was tensed up and ready to fight; he was, though, in a way. And if Ikkaku hadn't had that thing with Yumichika recently, he would have had no idea what was going on right now. Even now, he couldn't imagine what his captain was thinking. Was he mistaking him for someone else? More importantly, since when did Zaraki Taichou have a sex drive?!

Also…

Ikkaku's body was getting hot. The very idea of Zaraki kissing him made his skin feel hot and tingly, his cheeks warm and unfortunately his crotch perky. Zaraki kissed him like a beast, seeking his own pleasure by ravaging Ikkaku's lips, seemingly not caring about Ikkaku's opinion. But this very quality, since it had always been one of the things he admired about his captain, was making his heart race, and his body reactive.

Without words, Zaraki pushed Ikkaku back onto the floor, and started to roughly undress them both. Ikkaku should have been panicking, but he himself was surprisingly silent. He let Zaraki undress him and then run his huge, calloused hands all over Ikkaku's body.

"You don't know…how long…I've wanted to do this," he heard Zaraki mutter, though from the volume he gathered the words were largely spoken unconsciously. Ikkaku flushed deeply.

Zaraki's hands on his body were starting to really affect him. He could feel his cock twitching, completely hard and right where Zaraki could see it. Even the thrill of being seen by his captain was turning him on. Zaraki paused for a moment, looking at it.

Then he grabbed it and muttered, "What's this?"

"Ahh!" Ikkaku cried, arching his back.

"You got this turned on just from touching? Jesus, I should have done this a long time ago."

Zaraki began pumping his cock up and down, and Ikkaku couldn't help moaning and mildly thrusting his hips to meet Zaraki's hand. It felt so good. He closed his eyes and leaned back.

Suddenly, he felt something wet and then warm near his asshole. He jumped and looked up. Zaraki Taichou was concentrating, still pumping Ikkaku's cock with one hand, and with the other he was massaging his asshole with some kind of viscous liquid.

Ikkaku trembled, feeling very wary. "Taichou…" he murmured. "What's that?"

"Mm? Oh. Muscle rub. I just had it lying around."

Ikkaku's flush began to increase. "It feels hot…" he gasped.

"I bet. It's supposed to."

Ikkaku's gasps were increasing. Why did Zaraki rubbing the outside of his asshole feel so good? Why wasn't he upset about this? "Taichou…why…"

Zaraki scoffed angrily. "I said you wouldn't get it, just shut up."

At that, he inserted a finger inside Ikkaku's hole. Ikkaku jolted, feeling a shock of pain. But surprisingly, after a few moments it was almost gone. He breathed hard, getting used to the sensation, unable to look away from the lascivious movements of Zaraki Taichou's hands. Then Zaraki added another finger. He gritted his teeth, but actually this one didn't hurt as much as the first one. That was weird, he thought. More importantly…

Ikkaku lay back, unable to hold back his moans. The heat of the muscle rub was starting to make him feel very strange, almost as if he might either cum or pee any moment. But he did not want this feeling to stop. He wanted more, and then he wanted to cum hard. It felt so weird, but so good.

Zaraki added a third finger. Ikkaku bit back some momentary pain; after all, Zaraki had big fingers. One of his was almost as big as two of Yumichika's for example, not that Ikkaku had ever had fingers up his ass before this, Yumichika's or otherwise. But soon his ass started to feel numb, and any movements, in and out or flexing inside of him, just started to feel mildly pleasant. It was the very idea that was such a turn-on. He didn't know why he was doing it, but having Zaraki do these things to him felt amazing.

He heard Zaraki's breathing becoming more labored as time went on. Even that was turning him on. Then, those large fingers brushed a place inside Ikkaku, a place that flicked his pleasure switch hard. He gasps and trembled fighting back the urge to cum.

"Nn," Zaraki grunted, which was his only response to this.

Zaraki teased him a bit more, hitting that place every once in a while to try and keep his pleasure mounting. Then he paused, breathing heavily. He removed his fingers. Ikkaku glanced up to see what he was doing. Zaraki removed his kimono and knelt naked between Ikkaku's legs. Ikkaku's face flushed hotly for a moment. Then his gaze passed down. The color abruptly drained from his face. He began to doubt whether this was a wise decision.

Zaraki's cock was fully erect, and bouncing absently as he knelt, watching Ikkaku. Ikkaku could not believe it. From where he was sitting, Zaraki's cock looked about the same size as, say, Kusajishi Fukutaichou's whole arm. It looked thick enough that Ikkaku's hand would have trouble fitting around it, not to mention other things. There was just no way.

But unfortunately, someone else believed that there was. And as they say, when there is a will, there is a way. Zaraki did not give Ikkaku any more time to debate with himself, and slowly impaled him on his huge cock.

Ikkaku wailed, his fingers practically ripping apart the tatami mats underneath him. After the initial shock of pain and strangeness, and a sensation like all his inner organs were being pushed to either side, Ikkaku lay gasping. But Zaraki gave him a moment to get used to it, while he himself was trying to control his breathing.

"I know," Zaraki muttered. "Nobody takes mine well the first time."

Ikkaku wanted to scream at him, "I wonder why!", but he didn't. Or rather couldn't, because he wasn't capable of communicating verbally at that point. He closed his eyes tightly and lay gasping for a few moments.

Zaraki was breathing heavily above him, still not moving. Then he set a hand on Ikkaku's stomach. Ikkaku panted and followed his gaze. Without changing the depth, Zaraki rotated his hips a bit. Ikkaku moaned at the strange feeling, although it didn't really hurt. And then he saw what Zaraki was looking at.

Zaraki did it again, watching a small distension rise from Ikkaku's muscular stomach as his cock pushed skin and tissue forward. His cock was so huge it was visible moving inside him. Ikkaku groaned, covering his eyes. It was weird, but as creepy as that was, it was kind of turning him on again. As was Zaraki's intense expression as he watched it happen.

Finally Zaraki glanced down at him. He pulled Ikkaku's legs up so they rested on his shoulders, and leaned down to meet his gaze. Ikkaku stared at him with trepidation. Then Zaraki said, "I can't wait anymore. But I think it'll get better soon. The sooner you relax, the easier it'll get, all right?"

Ikkaku panted, then nodded numbly. He was mostly surprised at how gentle Zaraki Taichou was being. It was making him blush.

Then Zaraki grabbed both of Ikkaku's legs, pulled himself out a bit and then thrust into him deeply. Ikkaku cried out. It was very strange; there was pain, and numbness, and he felt a bit panicky, but pleasure was mixed in with all of that, as were his feelings for Zaraki. When he thought about this, he felt his muscles loosen, and Zaraki slid deeper inside him.

"Ahh," Zaraki sighed. "That's it, Ikkaku. Good boy."

Ikkaku blushed at his words. At that moment, Zaraki's cock slammed against his prostate. "Aaaah!" Ikkaku cried in a mix of pain and pleasure. He gathered that place would always bring some amount of pleasure, but Zaraki had hit it so hard it almost hurt. Ikkaku lay gasping, waiting for the next assault.

Zaraki thrust inside him again and again. Ikkaku's mind was growing hazy with overstimulation. Maybe as a result of that, he genuinely stopped feeling pain. His voice began to rise up in sweeter cries. His hands went from gripping the tatami mats to grabbing Zaraki Taichou's hair. Zaraki grinned at this and contentedly allowed Ikkaku to squeeze and pull on it passionately.

"Ikkaku," Zaraki gasped at one point.

"H-…huh…? Ahh…" Ikkaku barely managed.

"Say you love me."

Ikkaku's face lit up. He had to stare at his captain for a moment. But when he saw his eyes, Zaraki was looking at him intensely like a hawk, still moving inside him and apparently desperate for release. Was this his thing? Did he need to think someone loved him before he could get off? Or…could it be that he really loved Ikkaku?

Ikkaku panted harder, and eventually decided that he didn't care. He pulled Zaraki closer, hoping he would kiss him again. "Taichou…I love you…please make me cum…Taichou…"

Zaraki took a big breath in. Then he slammed his length harder than even inside Ikkaku. Ikkaku cried out, his hands tightly woven in Zaraki's hair, his cock weeping and begging to cum. Then Zaraki hit just the right spot inside him just the right way, and Ikkaku wailed as he came all over his own chest.

Zaraki panted a moment, waiting for Ikkaku's orgasm to fade. Then he touched the cum streaking Ikkaku's chest. He looked in Ikkaku's eyes with an intense expression, then he said, "Hold on."

He slammed Ikkaku into the tatami over and over like a piston. Ikkaku felt he must be losing his mind now, it felt so good. It was already making him hot again although he just came. Zaraki's huge cock pushed apart his insides over and over until finally Zaraki let out an animalistic growl and shot his seed inside of Ikkaku's belly.

Ikkaku groaned. He could feel it. He could feel Zaraki's cum, he could feel his cock still switching inside him. Why did this feel so good? Zaraki knelt over him, panting for a long time. Eventually, he lifted Ikkaku's hips and slowly slid his length out of him. Ikkaku shivered at the weird sensation, like his innards were being dragged out. Then he felt Zaraki's fingertips touching his whole. He moaned a little.

"Amazing…" Zaraki muttered. "It's your first time and you're not even split. God, I should have done this years ago."

Ikkaku looked up at him, blushing, unsure. "T-taichou…" he murmured, softly.

Zaraki met his gaze for a moment. Then he sighed and sat back, resting his elbow on his knee. "I suppose you want an explanation."

Ikkaku couldn't answer, he was still in too much of a stupor, but yes he did.

Zaraki sighed again. "Yes, I like men, all right? Now you know. And if you tell anyone I'll do that to you without lube next time," he said angrily.

Ikkaku shuddered, very convinced.

"Some might say I have a thing for you. I don't know myself, but I think some might say that." Ikkaku gazed at him in wonder as he said this. "But I don't know if it goes beyond wanting to fuck you. Probably not, since you're weaker than me in a fight." Ikkaku felt his heart fall at this. "But…how do I say this…that was…surprisingly good."

Ikkaku blinked and felt some hope rising in his chest. He never stopped to think how strange it was that he was currying favor with the second man to rape him in as many days. He didn't stop to think about his own sexuality either. All he cared about was being near Zaraki Taichou, and being someone who could be liked by him.

"So what you're saying is…you fell in love with me after you fucked me?"

Zaraki scoffed with his trademark cruel smirk. "Get over yourself. All I said was that it was good."

"Good enough that you'd want to do it again?"

Zaraki looked back at him with interest. "You're a weird one. You saying you liked that?"

Ikkaku went completely red and stammered for words. "Well…I-I don't…I wasn't…"

Zaraki grinned his scary grin. "That's a mistake. You'd better call me a shitty rapist bastard real quick. If you don't deny me I'll take that as encouragement."

Ikkaku considered for a moment, still blushing. "That's okay."

Zaraki's grin faded a bit in surprise.

"Taichou, you felt…surprisingly good too," Ikkaku mumbled.

Zaraki observed him for a moment, then his grin returned. "You're a crazy bastard."